Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crime. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.